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Chapter 195 Master, do you have one?

Jian Ning hadn't even formally become an apprentice yet, but the other party was already referring to himself as 'master'.

It seems the cultivation system made that clear when it brought him here.

The natural aura emanating from the other person was almost identical to that of Teacher Su when she first appeared. However, Teacher Su must have intentionally toned it down a bit during their later interactions. This person was dissatisfied with her, and the aura of pressure seemed even stronger.

With the system at her disposal, Jian Ning felt quite confident and fearless.

Subconsciously, I started to scrutinize the other person's face; they looked to be about the same age as me.

Although I don't know Teacher Su's exact age, I can clearly sense that she is much more composed than this person.

Sudden.

With a "bang".

The other person struck Jian Ning on the head with a piece of jade flute in their hand.

"Ah!!!" Jian Ning screamed in pain, quickly covering her head and asking in a stern voice, "What are you doing?"

The other party spoke with a self-righteous tone, raising his voice slightly: "Of course I'm going to teach you a lesson, you little brat. Why don't you kneel down and acknowledge me as your master? You don't understand any manners at all."

Jian Ning pursed her lips, looking a little angry. She glared at the other person with her round eyes, then deflated.

With just one glance, Jian Ning knew that if she dared to show even the slightest dissatisfaction, the other party would punish her even more severely.

Jian Ning had no way of detecting the other party's cultivation level, but it must be much higher than her own.

A woman should be flexible and know when to yield.

Jian Ning knew perfectly well that this person didn't have Teacher Su's good temper, so she simply decided to speak to people in a way that suited them.

Anyway, her goal was to get started with weapon crafting.

She respectfully imitated the posture from the TV series, placing her palms together and bowing, saying, "A warm welcome to the senior for your guidance. May I ask your name?"

The man's clear and powerful voice uttered two words: "Azure Ashes".

Jian Ning looked up at him, her lips slightly parted, about to call out again.

Cang Jin nodded slightly in response to her gesture and said, "Master, that's fine."

Jian Ning swallowed back the words "Teacher Cang" that were on the tip of her tongue and solemnly called out, "Master!"

"Hmm, a promising student." Cang Jin finally showed some satisfaction on his face.

Jian Ning breathed a slight sigh of relief; this master was actually quite easy to appease.

With a fawning smile on her face, she stretched her hand inside, "Master, please come in and have some tea to rest."

Cang Jin toyed with the jade flute, a hint of satisfaction appearing on his arrogant face. He strode inside. Once inside, his eyes scanned the surroundings, and he remarked, "Your room is quite unique."

Jian Ning mimicked his old-fashioned tone and became modest: "My humble abode is simple, let me go and make you a cup of tea."

She dashed to the kitchen, put the corn silk she had casually dried into a cup, poured in a cup of hot water, and took it out.

We're out of tea at home, so we'll just have to make do with this.

Cang Jin frowned slightly as he looked at the few brown whiskers in the water. How dare they entertain him with such mundane things? The left and right protectors would never dare to treat him so disrespectfully.

However, it does have a pleasant, subtle fragrance.

He cooled it down a bit, took a bite, and his previously disdainful look now held a hint of barely passing by.

"Tell me what you've learned so far. Let your teacher understand your weapon-refining skills."

Jian Ning picked at her fingers, glanced at him, and lowered her head, saying, "I can't do anything."

"You know nothing?" Cang Jin repeated her words. "Then do you even know the basics of weapon crafting?"

Jian Ning felt guilty, though she didn't know exactly what she was guilty about.

It feels like being randomly selected by a teacher and asked if you know this or that, and you don't know any of them.

She shook her head weakly.

Cang Jin glanced at her with a disdainful expression. He, the sect leader of the Myriad Weapons Divine Sect, was actually summoned by a guy who called himself a 'system' to teach a little girl who knew almost nothing about weapon crafting.

But when he thought of the rewards the system had promised him, he forced himself to suppress his impatience.

"Alright, then I'll teach you some simple things these next few days." Cang Jin looked around. The house was quite unique, unlike any other place he had ever stayed during his travels. However, he didn't see what he was looking for, so he asked directly, "Where are your furnace and forging hammer?"

Jian Ning pursed her lips and replied, "I don't have any of these."

After she finished speaking, she looked up at Cang Jin.

Cang Jin's face was filled with speechlessness.

Jian Ning then asked, "Master, do you have one?"

Nonsense, how could the sect leader of the Myriad Weapons Divine Sect not have these things? Let alone these basics, he has as many rare spiritual materials as he wants in the cultivation world.

"Yes." Cang Jin uttered a single word stiffly, handing the cup in his hand to Jian Ning: "I'm thirsty, make me another cup."

Jian Ning's eyes lit up, and she asked, "Master, is the water I made with corn silk delicious?"

Cang Jin found her noisy and said impatiently, "Go and make some water, stop talking nonsense."